(Please read No Destination chapter one and two first for the most thrills! The resource pack used is Elveland Light by renanslk.)
A dark storm rumbles and quakes in the distance destroying all in its path. It releases a powerful roar of thunder that could be heard for many miles. Deep in a forest, under the storm, lightning sets the branches of a massive oak aflame. An insect looks helplessly as the hungry flame begins to turn the woods into nothing more but ashes. The black clouds rolled ever closer to it but it just stood there curiously spectating it with indifference. The flames grew more ferocious as the wind carried its message of destruction far and wide. Thunder furiously roared but still the insect just stood there for reasons it couldn’t understand. Eventually it became so dark it couldn’t see itself but then everything became illuminated as the lighting struck the insect. The insect believed it was going to be a quick death but its body slowly cooked alive. The electricity overclocked its senses and every bit of pain became a nightmare of searing agony. It writhed in hellish suffering and in the distance another flash of lightning met with the ground. The thunder furiously rolled across the forest as the insignificant insect finally left this world. Clarity reined my mind as it dawned on me that I was dreaming.
My eyes shot open as a crack of thunder made me gasp for air which I found to be a mistake. I yelled like a child entering the world for the very first time. I had no understanding of anything and every single thing was terrifying… but I was alive. I knew I was, for my broken body made sure I was aware of this fact. The presence of pain multiplied itself phenomenally as I slowly awoke from my deep slumber. I don’t recall anything after the portal but there I lay in the ruins of an old building, on a bed long past its useful days. There was a trail of blood spilled on the floor starting from the door and it pooled up at the foot of the bed. Clearly, I had sprung a leak on the way there. I first thought that I must have crawled over there before passing out. I looked at the rest of myself to assess the extent of my injury and found some bloody bandages wrapped around me in various places. I was not in any state to give myself medical attention so that means someone cared for me but who? I was on death’s door, with what felt like only one functional lung but the thought of someone who saved me ignited me. My body couldn’t match the hope that to built up in my mind. I couldn’t even move my arms so getting out of bed was completely out of the question. I yelled out to anyone that could hear me, “Hello?! Hello?!! Hello?!!!”, but there was never any answer. I immediately felt light-headed and ravenously hungry which lead to me passing out very soon after. It was not an easy rest, my suffering body was a constant reminder of what had transpired when I tried to cross dimensions. My mind was plagued by the memories of my time in the nether… or what I thought to be the nether. What the hell happened?